We've come clean.
We've cashed in all our demons...

My pen has been stuck in the off position
moving across the paper, nothing comes out...

The pain shoots threw our hands
up our arms, gives us cold chills...

A bottomless pit of unstable feelings-
that would be my stomach aching...

I searched you out so I could tell
you all about my recent hell...

"Our Mother"
My brother, my sister, they couldn't comprehend...

And in the end it's all the same
the beating heart will start to tame...

It's quarter to nine and I'm on the floor
the pain has kicked in and I want no more...

This place I'm captivated in has got hold of me
And nothing these people do can set me free...

As I dig this knife into my hip
I slowly start to bite my lip...

Three hours after the accident
They phoned in and gave me the news...

All the scars reminded her
of all the times she tried to cut him out...